Oops My Toyboy Is A Hidden Tycoon

Chapter 115

Before long, the Friyxian police arrived, Cynthin didn't speak Fix, but the young man in white from earlier did, fluently negotiating with the officers. Soon, the police were hauling away the two thugs. The young man in white sprinted back toward Cynthia. She was sitting on a bench in the square, one of her high heels snapped in two, and her ankle was already swollen.

As Cynthia gently massaged her injured ankle, the young man rished over with concern. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked.

Cynthia looked up, feigning a stern expression. "If it weren't for your heroics, I'd probably be just fine."

The young man's handsome face flushed with embarrassment. I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were so skilled."

In truth, the young man had realized it later. Cynthia wasn't crouching to tie her shoes, she had been waiting for the right moment to strike. If he hadn't suddenly jumped in, she wouldn't have twisted her ankle. Upon seeing the young man's flushed face and guilty look, Cynthia chuckled. "I'm just messing with you, kid."

"It's commendable for you to help people in need. You reacted quickly, acted decisively, and showed great courage. I appreciate your help. And you looked pretty cool rushing over like that," Cynthia added.

The young man smiled, his face lighting up with a hint of embarrassment. He scratched his head, ruffling his messy golden hair. "I didn't think much. I just figured I couldn't stand by and watch two men bully you." Cynthia laughed heartily. "What's your name?"

"My name is Preston, but some people call me Eboni. What about you?" Preston asked.

Cynthia flicked a strand of her wavy hair. Tm Cynthia, but people also call me Yeo. You seem younger than me, but call me whatever you're comfortable with."

"Cynthia, where are you staying? I'll walk you back," Preston offered.

Cynthia's ankle was swollen, making it difficult to walk, So, she didn't refuse Preston's offer. "World Hotel, thanks."

Preston's eyes brightened. "What a coincidence. I'm staying at World Hotel too." Upon hearing that, Cynthia began to reevaluate Preston,

World Hotel was the only seven-star hotel in Pillere, not a place just anyone could stay. Even the most basic room there would cost six figures a night. Only the ultra-rich could afford it

Yet, the young man was dressed simply in a white T-shirt of a common supermarket sports brand and equally ordinary pants and shoes. Despite his unremarkable attire, he had a refreshing, clean, and comforting presence. It wasn't that Cynthia had a habit of judging people by their appearance. She was simply curious.

As if reading Cynthia's thoughts, Preston tugged at the hem of his plain shirt. "I'm not some rich kid. I sing at the rooftop bar here."

Cynthia chuckled. "Good I wouldn't want to be friends with a rich kid."

Preston paused, slightly caught off guard, before saying, "Are you saying we're friends now?"

"Yes, Cynthia replied.

Preston offered his hand to help Cynthia to her feet. "Do you duke rich kids, Cynthia?"

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Cynthia thought for a moment. "Not exactly, but there is one I dislike Jonathan's face suddenly flashed in her mind. Funndy enough. Preston did resemble Jonathan in some ways. Mentally chiding herself, Cynthia wondered if she was so caught up in her thoughts of Jonathan that she linked every Aplothian face she saw in this foreign land back to him. Soon, Cynthia returned to the hotel. Preston had already bough her some medicine. After applying it, the pain eased significantly. She figured the swelling would be gone by tomorrow. "Hey, Cynthia, I have a gig at midnight tonight. Want to come and watch? Preston asked.

Cynthia waved her hand dismissively. "Tm getting old. It's time for my beauty sleep at 10 p.m. Maybe next time."

Preston didn't press the issue. After exchanging contact details with Cynthia, he left. In truth, Cynthia was far from asleep by midnight, but she simply didn't feel like going out that night. The design competition was the day after tomorrow, and the venue was only across the street from World Hotel, located in the palace. A short walk would take her there in no time. The next morning, Cynthia received a message from Preston. He texted: [Cynthia, how's your foot?]

Cynthia smiled faintly, her mind drifting to the way Preston called her name. His skin was tanned, his frame lean but strong, exuding a clean, refreshing aura.

Preston's eyes sparkled like stars in the midnight sky as if they held a light of their own. His hair was a soft, tousled gold, the kind that made you want to run your fingers through it. When Preston smiled, his eyes curved into gentle crescents, and a small dimple appeared on his left cheek, handsome yet endearingly cute.

When Preston called Cynthia her name, his voice was smooth and pleasant, with a natural boyish charm that was both refreshing and soothing, like a breeze from the mountains. Preston was the kind of boy who seemed impossibly pure and effortlessly adorable.

Cynthia quickly texted back: [It's all good now.]

A reply from Preston came almost immediately: [I'm having breakfast at the restaurant. Wanna join?]

Without hesitation, Cynthia agreed: [Sure.]

Perhaps it was the comfort of meeting someone in a foreign land who shared her language and complexion, a kind of mutual understanding that felt like an old connection.

Or perhaps it was Preston's infectious smile, which was genuine and healing. Whatever it was, Cynthia found herself enjoying his company.

After breakfast, Preston took Cynthia on a tour of the Epiphany Tower. They sipped coffee at a cafe by Shersby River, wandered through a nearby art gallery, and even attended a small concert.

Time slipped away, and before Preston and Cynthia knew it, the day had passed in a pleasant blur. As they sat down for dinner back at the hotel restaurant, Preston sounded excited. "Cynthia, where do you want to go tomorrow?" Cynthia smiled. "I won't have time tomorrow. I'm here for the designer competition in Pillere."

A small dimple appeared as Preston grinned. "No wonder you have such an elegant vibe, Cynthia. You're a designer." "And you?" Cynthia asked, curious as she ate.

Chapter 115

To an exchange student, a junior this year. But I'm broke, so Ive to do many part-time jobs to pay for tuition and living expenses-like singing in bars, tutoring, and sometimes modeling or acting Preston taid Cynthia nodded. It was much as she had imagined "After the competition, Fl be heading back home, so we might not get to see each other again"

But when you return to the country, lok me up III treat you to a meal, Cynthia added

Preston's eyes curved as he smiled, full of charm. "All right I'll come find you, Cynthia After finishing dinner, Preston said. "Why don't you come to my performance tonight? It starts at 9 p

Cynthia was slightly surprised and asked, "Didn't you say midnight? In truth, she had already planned to visit the rooftop har tonight

Preston scratched his head sheepishly. "The time's been changed. From now on, it'll always be at 9 p.m...